Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 15:40:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer
Subject: Locker room lovers (t/t, oral, anal, high school)
This is a fictional story about boy-boy sex and love. Don't read it if
you're not supposed to. If you like it, check out other great stories by
Jeff Spencer. My stories are listed under "Prolific Net Authors" at
www.nifty.org. If you'd like to write me, I can be found at
ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!
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We find ourselves observing a high school boys' locker room, just after
football practice has concluded. We see about 50 teenage boys, from
freshman to senior class, in various stages of undress. Some of the boys
have most of their practice uniforms off, and are just now easing their
sweaty jock straps down their legs, freeing their overheated cocks, which
stir in the cooler air of the locker room. One boy, a talented freshman
quarterback just up from the junior varsity, is just now pulling his jock
down from his cock and sweaty balls. While it feels good to him to have the
cool bathing his penis and balls, he's afraid that his cock might stir
itself into an erection, and both let the others notice that he is almost
completely hairless around the base of his cock, and make them think that
he's gay. He's afraid of teasing, or worse.
He doesn't think that he's gay, but he thinks he might be bi. In any case,
he doesn't think that this is the best place to think about how interesting
other boys' cocks look to him. So, as he rises up after dropping the jock
to the floor, his dick now as exposed as his ass has been, at least to the
others in the room who secretly share his male interest, he swings his head
around, letting his longish blond hair draw attention away from his rising
dick, and run-walks off to the showers, praying no one else will notice,
though many do. But this story isn't about him.
Many of the boys are now completely nude, and either on their way walking
over to the large open shower area, or already there, soaping down their
hot bodies with the germicidal soap the school provides. The boys on their
way to the showers move quickly, slightly embarrassed by their nudity,
though more than a few are happy to show off their recently acquired pubic
hair, or maturing cocks. Once in the showers, though, they all submit to
the soothing embrace of the shower heads, lathering the soap into their
most intimate parts, and scrubbing their anal and genital areas probably
more vigorously than necessary, but relishing the sensations they produce.
Most of the boys, though, have completed their shower and are wearing
around their waist one of the thin white towels the school provides for
drying themselves, or are even now pulling up their white jockey shorts, or
multi-colored boxer shorts, up their strong thighs, to once again conceal
their delicious young cocks and pert asses. But this story isn't about
them, either.
Another boy, completely nude and comfortable that way, a senior, heads over
to the row of toilet stalls next to the urinals, and listens as teammate
after teammate pisses loudly into the trough, and he imagines what it might
be like to feel their hot piss run over him, and maybe to taste it. He
plays with his cock, big and hard, and thinks about what it might feel like
to bugger one of the freshmen as they take a piss at the urinal. He quickly
cums into his hand, and having no easy way to dispose of the evidence, just
as quickly eats his own cum. He secretly hopes that one of them will
"accidentally" open the stall door while he's licking his cum off his
fingers, but it doesn't happen while we're watching and waiting. In any
case, this story isn't about him, either.
Still, it's pleasant to look at the variety of cocks swinging between the
legs of these athletic and trim boys, and equally pleasant to contemplate
their sweet round asses as they pass by, and imagine that one is parting
those hot, sweaty butt cheeks to lick, or fuck, the treasure hidden
between. But, this story isn't about any of them, either, though perhaps we
can revisit them at some future date.
After a while, the numbers of boys in the room declines, as they finish
dressing and leave to go to their cars or, more commonly, be picked up by a
parent. One boy enters the locker room from the football field entrance, a
straggler who's just concluded his own personal extended practice after
official practice ended. His name is Michael Flannery, and he's a junior,
age 17. He's the team's punter, and second string fullback. He's 5'11", 180
pounds, with curly black hair, a straight nose, sparkling blue eyes, even
white teeth with braces, and a ready smile, though he's not displaying it
now.
Right now he's just tired, slumping a little, and bothered by a personal
matter, which has probably taken away from his concentration, he thinks,
and the reason why he's lost 10 yards off his punts in practice. He'd like
to fix the problem before the next game, and regain his kicking game and
confidence. He's covered in dirt and sweat, and anxious to clean up and get
home. He sits at his locker, slowly stripping off his uniform, when the
football field door he came in opens up and a smallish boy of 15
enters. This is Chris Whitechurch, who is the team manager, and had been
shagging (no, not that kind of shagging) punted balls for Mike, so he could
concentrate on kicking and not chasing after them.
After glancing at Chris, then frowning, Mike returns to undressing. He
strips off his practice jersey, dropping it to the floor, then his shoulder
pads, followed by his gray tee shirt. He stands in front of his locker
then, small whorls of curled, matted hair surrounding his pink nipples,
otherwise he's hairless on his chest. The hair on his head is sweat soaked
from his helmet, and pointing in every direction after pulling his tee
shirt over it. He hears Chris putting away the equipment laying around the
locker room, and he frowns again.
Chris is somewhat effeminate, with a body more suited to some of the girls
in the school, than to a member, even if in title only, of the football
squad. Still, Chris has a quiet beauty about him, with angelic features
that would have been the envy of Italian Renaissance painters. His lips are
red, soft, and full, and look like they're begging to be kissed, and
lightly bitten. His long eyelashes would be the envy of most any woman. He
has a smooth chest, slim hips, and a butt that's rounded, where most guys'
are flat. He also has a way of walking, where he swings his hips. Sometimes
strangers have to do a double take when they see him from behind, to decide
if Chris is a he or she. It's rumored that he's gay, but he works hard to
help the team win, and none of the boys on the team give him a hard time,
and have in the past defended him physically with punks in the school that
had harassed him. Still, if they ever DID find out he was gay for sure,
it's not certain how they'd react to the news.
Mike continues stripping, and pulls his pants down, then steps out of them
and unbuckles and removes his hip pads. Now dressed only in his jock strap
and socks, Mike puts a foot up on the wooden bench by his locker, and
slowly pulls off one sock. As he feels his ass cheeks part, exposing his
pink hole, he quickly looks back behind him, and sees Chris's long hair
disappearing behind a locker. Had he been staring at Mike`s naked ass, or
was it just a coincidence? Mike shakes his head, frowns again, and finishes
undressing.
As he strips off his jock strap, slipping the strap over his muscular butt
cheeks, and carefully removing the cup over his long cock and balls, he
rearranges his penis and balls so that they're more comfortable between his
legs, and he can walk to the shower. He checks out his cock, 5" long in its
flaccid state, 7" long erect, but thin, and his heavy balls, all surrounded
by a mass of thick black pubic hair, and satisfied with what he sees, walks
on to the showers.
While Mike walks on to bathe, Chris finishes up his duties in the locker
room, and decides that he will shower, too. He strips off his tee shirt
with the school logo on it, catching his longish dirty blond hair in the
neck hole of the shirt when he pulls it over his head, mussing his
otherwise neat hair. His chest is smooth and hairless underneath. Chris is
5'4" tall, and weighs about 120 pounds. He has a pert little nose, nice
smile and warm brown eyes. He strips off his jeans, followed by his colored
jockey briefs, hip hugger low rise style, more like panties, because they
seem more "comfortable" to him than full size briefs. He likes the way he
looks in them, his round ass filling out the rear, and some of his ass
crack exposed temptingly, though his package in front is not as noticeable.
As his panties drop to the floor, he runs his hands over his smooth butt
cheeks, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. He looks down at his cock and
balls as he strokes his ass, seeing a small 3" dick, though it does grow to
5" when he's aroused. His balls are smallish, too, and it's all easily
visible to him, as he's almost hairless around his cock, and the few hairs
he does have are light blonde.
Chris's thoughts run to his first (and only) lover, and he imagines it's
his hands on Chris's ass, and his cock nearly immediately becomes erect. He
remembers the last time they made love and the pleasure they brought to
each other. But that's in the past now, he thinks, and I can't let Mike see
me sporting an erection. After a few minutes, he's able to lose the stiffy,
and heads over to the shower. He sees Mike still there, lathering up his
deliciously masculine body. "Oh, god," Chris thinks.
He heads down to the showerhead at the far end of the shower area, away
from Mike, and starts soaping up. As he gets his cock lathered, he looks
over at Mike, only to see Mike staring back at him. Mike is frowning, then
Chris looks down only to see his penis waving proudly in front of him. "Oh,
shit, not now!" Chris thinks desperately. He sees Mike begin striding over
to him, and wonders if he should run.
Mike stands in front of Chris, and furious, says, "How dare you come in
here with a hard on? I can't believe you!"
There's a total look of fury in his blue eyes as he continues. "You knew
that I was angry with you, and you persist in waving that beautiful dick in
front of me?"
Chris, at first fearful, recognizes the signs in his lover. Mike had been
angry all day at Chris over a silly argument they'd had the night before,
but as Mike's hand gently closes around Chris's erect dick, and begins
stroking it, Chris knows that Mike's anger from the night before, and all
that day, has fled.
"Come here, baby," Mike murmurs, and Chris's moist, naked body slips inside
of Mike's warm, wet embrace. Their slick bodies rub together, and Chris
thrills as Mike's big dick slips between their smooth stomachs. Mike's lips
come to Chris's, and they kiss, gently at first, then more passionately, as
Mike's tongue slithers into Chris's warm mouth, to be greeted by Chris's
tongue. They kiss for the longest time, then Chris pulls away briefly.
"Oh god, Mike, I'm so sorry we argued. I've missed touching you, and
feeling you next to me. Please let's not fight again!" Chris sobs.
Mike runs his hands over Chris's pert ass, and whispers in his ear, "It was
all my fault, sweetheart. I've missed you, too. I've missed you here, and
here, and-" as he runs a finger between Chris's tight ass cheeks, stroking
his pink anus, and lightly inserting a finger. Chris giggles.
"I REALLY missed that, Mike!"
"Me, too, baby. Let me make it up to you." As Mike says this, he drops to
his knees in the shower, and warmly engulfs Chris's small erection in his
mouth. He gently swirls his mouth and tongue around Chris's circumcised
dick, being careful not to use his teeth, as Chris had taught him. He bobs
his head up and down, as he alternately takes the length of Chris's penis
in his mouth, then removes it until only the purple head of Chris's cock is
left inside, again and again. He brings his right hand back around to
Chris's bubble butt, and slides his index finger between Chris's ass
cheeks, searching out the anus he loves so much.
Finding it, Mike slowly, but firmly slides his finger all the way in to
Chris's hot ass, enjoying the feel of Chris's smooth teenage rectum on his
finger. Mike can feel Chris's fingers twining in his hair, as he sucks and
finger fucks his lover, and Chris builds toward his explosion. "Oh Mike,
that's so nice! I love feeling your mouth sucking me. OH! YES! FUCK ME WITH
YOUR FINGER! OH, GOD, I WANT YOUR COCK! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HOT COCK, PLEASE!
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Oh, Oh, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR HOT MOUTH! OH!
Mike can feel Chris's sphincter muscles clamping on his finger, as Chris
shoots load after load of creamy cum into his mouth. His tongue savors the
warmth, and the taste of his lover's delicious cum, as it hits the back of
his mouth, then closer onto his tongue, as each load of semen lessens in
intensity and force. Leaving Chris's cock in his mouth, until he's sure
that Chris is finished, Mike then gets up off his knees to kiss his lover.
Bringing his warm lips once again to Chris's, Mike lets Chris's tongue
invade his mouth, for a taste of the honey he knows will be waiting for
him. Mike feels Chris's wet hand stroking his still soapy cock, and Chris
looks in his eyes with a sparkle, and grinning devilishly says, "You need a
hot, tight place to park that monster, baby. Want to try me?" Mike grins
back, and says, "Only you, baby. You've got the hole that I love."
Mike drops down to his knees again, but this time Chris turns away from
him, displaying his perfect ass for Mike's oral ministrations. He backs his
bottom up to Mike's waiting and eager mouth. Mike separates Chris's sweet,
round ass cheeks and, spotting Chris's perfect anus, dips his tongue into
his tight rear passage. Chris's anus at first resists Mike's pointed
tongue, but then Chris overcomes reflex and wills his anus to welcome his
lover's familiar tool. Given entrance, Mike laves Chris's tasty ass hole
with load after load of saliva, intending to supplement it shortly with
something even creamier.
After he's sure he has well lubricated the boy's bottom, Mike stands again,
and taking his erect cock in hand, brings its head to the tiny orifice that
leads to Chris's love. Chris backs himself up onto Mike's blunt circumcised
cock head. He winces at first, until the head is past the slightly
resisting sphincter, then pushes back more eagerly as he feels Mike's dick
stroking over his prostate, sending a thrill of electricity throughout his
anus, cock and balls. The two begin a fucking motion, with Mike trying to
impale himself as deeply inside his young lover as he can get, and Chris
trying to get as much of Michael inside him as he can. Mike reaches around
Chris's slim boy hips, and strokes his cock and balls.
"Chris, you hot fucker. I'm fucking your hot, sweet hole, baby, and I'm
stroking your hot cock, too. Baby, I can feel your hot ass gripping my hard
cock, I've got a full load of cum for your little cunt, do you want my load
of cum inside you?" Mike gasped out between strokes of his dick into
Chris's small anus.
"Oh, god, yes! YES! PLEASE FUCK ME AGAIN, MICHAEL! FUCK MY ASS CUNT HARD
AND DEEP! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, I WANT TO DRIP OUT YOUR CUM ALL NIGHT
LONG! FUCK ME PLEASE, BABY! Chris yells out, breathing hard as he
approaches a second climax.
"YES, YES, YES BABY, I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOUR SWEET ASS, I'M FUCKING YOU
HARD AND DEEP!! Mike bursts out, as he shoots load after load of his thick,
sticky cum inside his lover's sweet, hot asshole. As he does, he feels ropy
strands of equally hot cum shoot out of Chris's swelling cock into his
hand. As their mutual fucking winds down to a reluctant end, Mike's cock
slowly slips out of Chris's warm ass. Mike brings his cum covered fingers
to his mouth and Chris's, and they both lick the remnants of their passion
off his fingers, sealing the snack with a kiss.
"Oh, Chris, let's never fight again, please? I love you too much to ever
stay mad at you," Mike begs, with warmth and passion in his eyes.
"I love you too, Mike," Chris whispers. "I only want to make love with you
from now on!"